“Slap… Slap…” Unable to resist the urge, Yang Haoran slapped his mother’s towering breasts once more. Liu Ruoxi’s snow-white mounds were being lovingly tormented by her son, their heavy weight swaying wildly across her chest. The massive pair jiggled with ferocious intensity, each ripple teasing the raw nerves of a man’s primal lust.
Yang Haoran reveled in the satisfying sting of it all, the silky softness lingering on his palms and making him loath to stop. With a smug little chuckle, like a petty victor savoring his spoils, he said:
“Mother dear, you’ve been naughty… And naughty moms get their tits spanked.”
Liu Ruoxi’s tender pussy was being ravaged by her son’s thick cock, waves of intense stimulation and humiliating shame coursing through her like electric tingles. Then came the sudden assault on her breasts, and as she faced that familiar yet infuriating face, she wanted to snap at him sharply. But the relentless thrusting inside her left her body limp and powerless. Her beautiful eyes glared at her son, her pearly teeth nipping at her lower lip, but she held her tongue.
She held—or was forced into—this deeply humiliating position as he fucked her. “Mom, I’ve wanted to fuck you for ages. I wondered what a goddess like you looks like when she’s getting pounded. Now I know—so damn beautiful~” Yang Haoran stared at his mother’s exquisite face, his desire burning hotter. That face alone was enough to drive any man mad.
Liu Ruoxi’s delicate features were stunningly gorgeous, but now her cheeks were dotted with flushes of arousal, her expression brimming with lustful heat. Her seductive eyes shimmered with a thin veil of mist, her dazed gaze rippling with hints of passion: “Mm ah~~ Um mm~~ Mm~~ No matter what~~ Mm ah~~ I’m still your mom~~~ Mm ah~ You little punk~ Watch your mouth~~ Mm ah~~ Mm~~ Got it?”
“Um… Of course… No matter what, you’re my mom, and I’m your son.”
Liu Ruoxi’s watery eyes flicked to her son in surprise, but Yang Haoran’s panting words—especially the latter half—made her ample chest heave with irritation.
“But right now, it’s like on Animal Planet—your son has mating rights over you… and breeding rights too… Heh heh…” “Mm ah~~~ Only~ Only tonight~~ Mm hum~~” Liu Ruoxi stifled her moans, her words coming out in broken gasps.
“Squelch~ Slap! Squelch~ Slap! Squelch~ Slap!”
Waves of overwhelming pleasure battered Yang Haoran’s mind, his breaths growing ragged. Lost in this decadent bliss, he didn’t care if paradise or hell lay ahead—he would charge straight into it.
Yang Haoran’s fingers tightened around Liu Ruoxi’s hand, their grip interlocked. His breathing turned heavy, his face flushing red with surging blood. His hips moved like an tireless piston, the rock-hard glans battering her tender core relentlessly, like a pestle grinding garlic, dragging out layers of soft flesh amid a flood of juices.
Liu Ruoxi’s delicate inner walls were churned by Yang Haoran’s massive cock, her slick nectar swirling in the friction. The intense rubbing everted her pussy lips with each heavy thrust, cycling in and out over and over. Crystal-clear fluids gushed freely, their frenzied union a muddy, drenched mess that gleamed with lewd sheen.
“Mom… Take it… All of it for you…” The slaps grew louder, followed by the son’s low, husky voice.
Liu Ruoxi realized what was coming, terror flashing across her face. But remembering the Fallen Angel Game’s demands, she clamped her full lips shut in silent consent.
Yang Haoran’s body shuddered violently, the ecstasy surging straight to his brain in a dizzying rush. Thick ropes of life-giving semen erupted like arrows into the depths of his mother’s pussy, spurt after spurt, until his cock had unleashed over a dozen blasts and finally softened.
“Hoo…”
In the aftermath, Yang Haoran collapsed contentedly onto his mother’s soft curves, basking in post-climax bliss. The intense exertion had left her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, shimmering under the lamplight like polished marble—elegant, smooth, and flawlessly tender. He cradled her body like a priceless treasure, giving gentle little thrusts as he savored the warm, silken press of their skin. He wished this moment could last forever.
Liu Ruoxi stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. Moments later, feeling smothered under her son’s weight, she shoved him aside. Her radiant, alluring face bloomed like flowers after a spring shower, vibrant and inviting, her brows carrying a lingering trace of desire.
“Get up and clean yourself off. Take a shower before bed.” Seeing her son’s utterly satisfied expression, Liu Ruoxi added the words, worried he might just pass out like that.
She tidied herself too, grabbing tissues to wipe down her body. Her lower half still throbbed faintly—the long-untouched field ravaged by a rampaging bull, left tender and sore.
“Mom, don’t go. Stay and sleep with me tonight.”
Spotting his mother slipping back into her clothes, Yang Haoran pleaded quickly.
“Go to sleep early. And don’t do this kind of thing too often.”
As Liu Ruoxi fastened her buttons, her flawless oval face bore a faint blush. She hesitated, then asked: “You and Shen Qing—are you doing it frequently?”
Yang Haoran blinked in confusion. “No, not at all.”
“Then how are you this tired after just once?” The words slipped out before Liu Ruoxi could stop them, reeking of unintended implication—like she hadn’t been satisfied. She hurried to clarify: “What I mean is, you’re still young. Don’t do this too often—it could hurt your health.”
Yang Haoran caught her meaning at once. Damn, Mom thinks I’m weak? No way. He pointed to the beast stirring back to life between his legs. “See? It’s not satisfied yet. Mom, just stay tonight—sleep with me.”
He’d only done it with her once and wanted to leave a good impression, but she was misreading it completely.
Liu Ruoxi shot him an exasperated glare. “You think I don’t know what you’re after? Tonight was a special circumstance—don’t overthink it. Just sleep well for now. Next time.”
“Ah? Next time? When’s that?”
“Next time?” Liu Ruoxi paused. “Next Monday.”
With this task complete, the follow-up had a week’s grace period—Monday at the latest before she had to start the next one. Since she’d mentioned it, she laid the groundwork casually, her lips parting: “Study hard this week. Behave, and Mom will give you a reward.”
Yang Haoran hadn’t expected such a sweet deal. Behave for a reward? His eyes lit up. “What kind of reward?”
Glimpsing her son’s eager anticipation, Liu Ruoxi knew exactly what he was hoping for. But to make next Monday less awkward for herself, she relented: “Don’t you like playing those games with Aunt Shen? If you’re good, Mom will play one round with you next week.”
A flush crept across her stunning cheeks as her gaze drifted into the distance.
【Degenerate Wife, Special Mission!】
Task Sequence 04: Player Liu Ruoxi enters the SM circle, guides the Controller to train the Player once at home, Player Liu Ruoxi first experiences Bitch Role! Time limit: 60 minutes. Points reward: 100.
Task time limit: 7 days.
